Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.